Well after a bad night & additional clean up duties, I wasn’t feeling up to doing much. Not helped by J popping round & asking if I’d just got up ... errr no ... been up for a few hours, just not slept much
Anyway, a bit of essential shopping (food), I figured I’d keep to my “do something every day” & got out the paint. Once started, I got into the rhythm & got a second coat on 2 walls & up to the doorway of the third. I sat with a very welcome mug of coffee, figuring that was enough for now, when the phone rang.
Tempted though I was to tell them where to go at 16.30, I agreed to a viewing tomorrow. This meant that although I’d done 4 hours of painting, I had to go in & carry on, finish the third wall, wipe down surfaces, pull off the masking tape, wash, clean & “dress” the room. I’m .. ummm .. acceptable words in TP
... um ragged
I’ve more to do, but I’m tired, they won’t buy it, so it’s a pointless exercise, but I have to keep going. This is the first weekend viewing, I just wasn’t expecting anything, so wasn’t planning around a possible